[ Not anymore, as what was once in Eames' hand is now deftly slipped into his jacket sleeve- more out of habit than any true intention to hide it from Arthur. Someone who didn't know Eames, didn't know what to look for, or why a credits card in his possession would seem out of place, wouldn't have even noticed.
It says something that Eames trusts Arthur not to endanger them by saying anything- at least, not right this moment.
The quirk to his mouth is that of a coconspirator, like he planned this trip to wherever the bleeding hell they are instead of blinking himself out of existence and into this would-be dream world. ( Nightmare is more like it, if Eames recalls correctly. ) The brow that raises at the hand on his shoulder, however, is entirely goading. ]
contain yourself!!
It says something that Eames trusts Arthur not to endanger them by saying anything- at least, not right this moment.
The quirk to his mouth is that of a coconspirator, like he planned this trip to wherever the bleeding hell they are instead of blinking himself out of existence and into this would-be dream world. ( Nightmare is more like it, if Eames recalls correctly. ) The brow that raises at the hand on his shoulder, however, is entirely goading. ]
Miss me something terrible, then?